The rancher came out of the house and headed over to the barn. Charlie couldn't help but notice that he was walking with a bit of a waddle. Whether it was because he'd somehow shrunk his clothes in the wash or that the large bulge straining his pants, he wasn't quite sure. Either way, he was clearly in some sort of high state. The smile on his face looked like it'd been tattooed on, and he went over to one of the bull man working and tapped him on the shoulder. The bull looked at him a bit weird, then went back to the house.
"You got yourself quite the friend there," the rancher said.
"Uhh... Sure?" Charlie tilted his head slightly in confusion. "He was recently cursed though..."
"By Granny?" the rancher asked.
"How'd you--"
The rancher smiled. "He said somethin about it. Didn't say much though I could figure it out. Not that I'm complainin'." He gave Charlie a powerful slap to the shoulder and rubbed it overly friendly.
Charlie let his body shake as the powerful horse shook him. "Right... So what all do you know about Granny?"
"Hmm?" the rancher brought one of his hoofed fingers to his chin. "Not much. Supposedly she's able to make almost any door into a portal to her house. And that she's always looking for a kitty to take care of. Most people know ta stay far away from her. Or at least not go entering into houses that aren't supposed to be there. And definitely do not eat her soup."
"Ok... And if someone did?" Charlie inquired.
"Well, they'd be cursed and have a desire to serve her. Without some kind of anticurse spell I'm sure there'd be some kind of ramification, though once she gets her kitty she tends to leave for a while," the rancher explained.
"And..." Charlie swallowed hard. "And if someone stole her kitty?"
"I'm sure they're going to be target numero uno," the rancher shrugged.
A cold chill ran down Charlie's spine. It went all the way through his tail as he stood absolutely still. "Shit..." he uttered quietly. Then a burst of energy ran through him. "Shit! SHIT! SHIT!" he screamed, running towards the house. "Greg! Greg, where are you?" he shouted through the house. Charlie went running down the hall to see the bedroom door slightly cracked. He heard a strange sucking sound coming from the other side. Slowly, he started to open it.
The bull man the rancher had sent in had his hands against the wall. However, something was different about him. Somehow his muscles looked more defined. The large burly frame he had clearly made him big. At 6'6" he was already pretty tall, but his shoulders were broad giving him an overwhelming presence. However, right now they seemed even bigger. His arms were thicker. The sleeves of his shirt could barely contain the mass underneath them. Clearly starting to rip and tear under the pressure.
The bull's breathing was hard as his body grew. Every second he looked more and more roided out. Like his entire body was going to burst from the amount of muscle packing onto him. His tail whipped around excitedly around two perfectly sculpted butt cheeks. The strong legs he had, only seemed to have doubled in size as each of his quads could be easily seen and massive diamond shaped calves were underneath them. However, right in front of those was cat boy happily getting his milk directly from the source.
His little face licked and lapped at the edge of the bull's massive cock. "OK! 11 GOLD! I'LL GET YOU 11 GOLD!" the bull cried out. He was clearly at his limit as the pleasure also racked with pain was becoming too much for him.
Greg's face lit up as a golden aura seemed to surround him. His eyes went into a milky white as his body seemed to engulf the cock completely. The bull's body shook with satisfaction. Every second seemed to be another wave of absolute pleasure as drool leaked from his mouth and his body continued to buck. Eventually his strong legs gave out and he fell down onto his knees. Consciousness only lasted a few more seconds before he passed out.
Greg slid the massive cock out of his maw and then grabbed 11 gold coins from the bull. He looked up at Charlie. The milky white clouds still covered his eyes. His jowls raised showing off his sharp pointed teeth as the most violent hiss he could make at Charlie. Claws revealed themselves and he lunged at the wolf.
"Oh shit!" Charlie backed out of the door, doing his best to close it. Greg wedged himself in between the door and frame, scratching wildly at whatever he could get his claws into. His hisses and shouts became more violent as he struggled to get to the other side. Then his body went slack, falling to the floor unconscious like the bull.
Charlie waited a moment before checking on Greg. He grabbed a stick and poked the cat's head. "Greg?" he asked.
Slowly, Greg started to stir. "Huh?" he looked up, emerald eyes back to how they had been. "What's up?"